A dark red light flowed in the tile courtyard, and the figure of Demon Lord Qingtian was looming.

The dark red devilish energy condensed on Qingtian's empty fingertips, and his slender fingers gently stroked Sheng Xiyan's cheek:

Eyes full of love and affection:

"My dear daughter, how come you are so cute and beautiful? You are just like your mother."

His voice was low and evil, with a hint of obsession.

"Father was sealed in Lianyuan by Xuanxi for ten thousand years, and finally he could sense your presence."

The evil spirit suddenly wrapped around her bulging belly.

"My dear grandchildren, please grow up quickly. Grandpa's soul-locking chain is almost rusting."

Sheng Xiyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she wanted to open her eyes but she didn't have the strength.

Qingtian suddenly leaned close to her ear and smiled strangely.

"Old Xuanxi, do you think you can rest easy just by sealing me? When you give birth to a child with the combined blood of gods and demons... your father will be able to break free from the seal and return to the Three Realms, hahahaha."

Before he could finish his words, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from outside the window.

"Tsk, it came really fast."

Before Qingtian turned into black mist and dissipated, he flicked his finger and left a cinnabar mark on her forehead.

"Xuanxi, you would never have thought that your bloodline would be the weapon to save me from the ascension. You are my good son-in-law, hahahaha!

Xuanxi, the seeds of love you sowed with your own hands will eventually grow into a sharp blade that pierces through the three realms—"

The dark red light circled around Sheng Xiyan several times before gradually dissipating, leaving behind only a whisper that no mortal could hear:

"My dear daughter, your father is waiting for you..."

Xuan Ling saw a strange fire not far from Hanyu Temple. The dark red flames enveloped the tile courtyard, as if it were the place where immortals experienced tribulations as recorded in ancient books.

His heart tightened, and he rushed forward like lightning with the royal guards and secret guards.

When they arrived at the tile house, the fire had been extinguished, but the firefighters seemed to have lost their memory.

Hua Xia, Ruan Niang, and the two secret guards were soaked to the skin, still holding buckets of water. They stood there in a daze, their faces blank.

"What happened? Why did the fire suddenly go out?"

Xuan Ling didn't have time to think about it and rushed into the burnt house, just in time to see the last trace of evil spirit seeping into the cracks in the ground.

Sheng Xiyan was seen curled up in the corner of the bed in the ruins, clutching a few small gourds tightly in her hands.

He quickly stepped forward and picked her up: "Yanyan! Wake up!"

Sheng Xiyan moved slightly in his arms, slowly opened her eyes, held the small gourd covered with charcoal ash in front of him, and said weakly:

"Xuan Lang...I'm fine, don't worry."

Xuan Ling's eyes were red, and he hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse: "Does your stomach hurt? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Sheng Xiyan shook her head, leaned into his arms, and whispered softly: "No, I just want you to hold me all the time and not let go."

Meixiang brought a bowl of ginseng chicken soup. Xuan Ling sat in the yard and carefully fed her.

Seeing her eyelids were heavy, he coaxed her softly, "Go to sleep. I will hold you in my arms and will not let go."

......

Sheng Xiyan slept for a long time in a daze, and suddenly felt a jolt.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself being held in Xuan Ling's arms.

The carriage sped along the official road, and Xuan Ling wrapped himself in a cloak like a snowball, making it airtight.

Sheng Xiyan struggled to stick her head out.

"Xuan Lang, why did you take me away? There are still a few patients whose medical records are not available! Send me back quickly!"

"If you move again, I'll throw you out."

Xuan Ling pretended to open the car window, but the moment the cold wind blew in, he hugged her tighter.

Deliberately keeping a straight face,

"I should have tied you back to the palace a long time ago. Do you know how scary it is tonight?"

Sheng Xiyan immediately hugged his neck and acted coquettishly:

"You wouldn't be willing to abandon me. Even if you were willing to abandon me, you certainly wouldn't be willing to abandon the baby, right?"

Xuan Ling raised his eyebrows and pretended to be serious: "Am I just reluctant to part with my child? You heartless little thing."

Sheng Xiyan rubbed his chin with a smile:

"What about the patient's pulse tracking record?"

Xuan Ling pinched the tip of her nose:

"Don't worry, I'll have it delivered to you daily for your inspection. You can't take any more risks. I'm going to investigate who started the fire, and I'm going to show no mercy."

Sheng Xiyan suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly, "Where are the little gourds?"

Xuan Ling took out the small gourds from his bosom and placed them in her palm: "Here they are, don't worry, they are not lost."

Sheng Xiyan gently stroked the small gourd, her eyes full of tenderness:

"Xuanlang, you would never guess that it was the little gourd that saved me. I wasn't choked by the smoke, nor was I burned by the fire."

Although Xuan Ling had some doubts in his heart, he had to believe it.

When he rushed into the house and hugged Sheng Xiyan, he noticed that the corner where she was was unusually clean, as if protected by some force.

"Sure enough, these little gourds are destined to be with us."

The emperor's pupils suddenly shrank - the golden pattern on the gourd was exactly the same as the totem of the Zixi Palace in his dream.

He was full of doubts. Why did he always have strange dreams recently?

Sheng Xiyan suddenly remembered something and whispered evilly:

"I also heard a voice saying, 'Good daughter, give birth to a grandson soon...

Could it be that my father’s spirit came to save me? But he’s been dead for several years!

Xuan Ling hugged her tighter and comforted her:

"There is indeed an unusual dark red light. Perhaps it was really a god who saved you. I must pay my respects to him when I return."

Sheng Xiyan kissed the small gourd and muttered, "I told you, if you do more good deeds, you will be blessed."

Xuan Ling tapped her forehead, his tone helpless and doting:

"The judge reported to me that you performed a caesarian section during the day to save a woman in labor.

"You are really capable, aren't you afraid that your body will not be able to bear it? If something happens to you, what should I do?"

Sheng Xiyan was stunned for a moment before realizing how impulsive she was at that time.

Seeing Xuan Ling's red eyes, he felt guilty and leaned forward to kiss the corner of his lips:

"I'm sorry. I won't be so willful again."

Xuan Ling deliberately turned his head away and didn't look at her.

Seeing this, Sheng Xiyan simply sat on his legs, and Xuan Ling was so scared that he quickly held her waist:

"Be careful, kid. The carriage goes very fast."

"Who told you to ignore me and not let me kiss you? Don't you want to kiss me?"

Xuan Ling supported her back and said helplessly:

"Who said I don't want to kiss you? I want to teach you a lesson."

Sheng Xiyan grumbled dissatisfiedly:

"Why do you always want to teach me a lesson? I'm not a child, huh!"

He opened his cloak, and his own agarwood scent mixed with the fragrance of her slight sweat.

The emperor's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly held the back of her neck and kissed her deeply.

It spread from her lips to her teeth until she ran out of breath and then she said in a hoarse voice:

"When the baby is born, I will lock you in the dragon bed for three months...

Sheng Xiyan's peach blossom eyes were tinged with crimson, "Xuanlang, your heart is beating so fast."

While he was stunned, I pulled open the dragon-patterned jade belt.

"You're naughty, don't..."

He held her white and tender hand, gently kissed her white neck, and said in a low voice:

"My Yanyan will always be my little child."